A/N: I'm actually pretty impressed you all handled the cliffhanger on the previous chapter so well. The death threats were minimal! Some of you actually liked the cliffie! And you say I'm sadistic! I was called a few names, mostly a tease, but my favorite was evil genius! As always, the reviews humble me and I appreciate every single one of them. You guys are made of win! Keep them coming.
I am in no way responsible for hot flashes, sweat beads on your forehead, muscle cramping from squeezing your thighs too hard, or funny looks at work 'cause you're blushing! With that said, I hope this chapter is everything you wanted and more. I'm pretty pleased with it.
Also remember I don't have a beta for this story, so please forgive the mistakes I miss. Special thanks to Loba for the help with French!
ONE STEP AT A TIME
CHAPTER 11: UNDENIABLE
If she was going to do this, then she was going to do it right. She knew Fleur cared deeply about her and this wasn't some game to her. They were planning a life together and that meant sharing everything, especially their bodies. So the decision wasn't a hard one to make once she thought about it that way. She wasn't ready to voice her feelings yet, but she could show Fleur how she felt physically.
Decision made, she took a deep, shuddering breath and moved one of Fleur's hands down, towards her heated center with her own trembling one.
As much as she tried, Fleur could not hold back the deep moan that left her throat when she felt Hermione pushing their fingers down towards her most intimate part. She tightened her hold on Hermione's fingers, not wanting to let her go as they parted the brunette's nether lips together.
"Merde," Fleur whispered when her fingers glided over the wet and very swollen nub.
Hermione moaned at the touch and leaned more fully against Fleur's chest. She guided those fingers over her pleasure point, her breath coming in little pants and her heartbeat doubling its effort to function properly.
"Gods, that feels so good," she whispered as Fleur moved their hands lower, her middle finger pressing against warm flesh, moving up and down, torturing Hermione beyond reason as she did so slowly.
"Mmm, yes it does," Fleur whispered back as she licked the outer rim of Hermione's ear, making her shudder.
Fleur kept the slow pace, fingers questing and finding pleasure points. Hermione finally let go of the blonde's hands and placed one against the tiled wall for support. The other she brought back and pressed it against Fleur's thigh, fingers digging at the firm flesh. Several minutes of the wonderful torture went by and Hermione kept moaning softly and pressing her back against Fleur's heated front.
Unable to resist doing more, Fleur removed her fingers from Hermione's center and positioned their bodies so the brunette found herself facing the tiled wall. She then took Hermione's hand from her thigh and and pressed it up against the wall next to her other one. With her thigh, she pushed the brunette's legs further apart. She was trying her best to go slowly, but she wanted the younger woman too much and patience was never one of her virtues. She had waited long enough and she would not be denied any longer. She wanted to make Hermione hers, to mark the younger woman as her own. She knew it sounded like she was a possessive person, but when it came down to it; Hermione possessed all of her in return, so it was only fair.
The blonde Veela ran her hands down Hermione's arms, nails scratching her skin softly and Hermione trembled at the touch. It amazed her that Fleur was clearly in charge here and she didn't mind one bit. To the contrary, she wanted Fleur to continue what she was doing to please her. The thought should have scandalized her, but it didn't. She actually liked it. Here she was, putty in her lover's arms, almost begging for more, and willing to do whatever to please the woman that meant so very much to her. Her usual bossy self had decided to take a step back and let someone else lead for a change and it was alright to do so. It felt liberating to trust Fleur with her body and heart. Besides, Fleur's nimble fingers were doing delicious things to her body and she was smart enough not to interrupt the pleasure.
Fleur, for her part, was trying her damnedest to go slow and to keep the beast that was clawing to burst free out of her chest from doing so. This was their first time and she didn't want to scare or hurt Hermione if she let all of her inhibitions go. Never had she felt this way, this want and this thirst for anyone else. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the rush of desire and love she felt for the brunette at the moment. Instead of being scared of the heady feelings, she welcomed them, as they served as a reminder that she was right and Hermione was her rightful mate, her mother's theories be damned to Hades and back.
Concentrating back on pleasuring her mate, Fleur's fingers kept moving south and reached their destination once more. She parted Hermione's lips again, moving two fingers in a circular motion over the hard nub. She brought her other hand from Hermione's belly to her waist and towards her back. Feeling bolder, she ran her fingers between Hermione's ass cheeks and towards the front.
Hermione wasn't sure who moaned louder when Fleur's fingers were slowly enveloped in her wet warmth and the blonde didn't stop until she had pushed a questing finger inside of her. Hermione cried out in pleasure, fingers flexing on the tiles as if trying to hold on upright. She locked her knees in place and dropped her head down; panting as Fleur's finger started moving slowly in and out of her while her other hand was still pleasuring her from the front. Never had she been touched like this. It was so pleasurable, so slow and so thorough. Fleur didn't seem to be in a hurry, but Hermione could feel her holding back, could feel the tension in her body as it pressed against her back. However, she was beyond reason and she didn't want Fleur to hold anything back from her. Luna had been right all along and she had been daft to think she could resist Fleur's charms.
"Fleur," she managed to whisper.
"Oui, mon ange?" Fleur whispered back against her ear, her warm breath tickling her and making her moan again.
"Let yourself go."
Fleur took a shuddering breath. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"That's the problem, love. Stop thinking and love me like you really want to. I can feel you want more and I want to give it to you. Whatever you want, it's yours. I'm yours," Hermione finished as she undulated her hips trying to get more friction between them.
Fleur moaned deep and low at her words and she leaned her forehead against Hermione's shoulder. "Are you certain?"
"There isn't a single doubt in my mind. Love me, Fleur, please," she finished in a small voice full of want and need.
Fleur needed no more persuasion. She slowly pulled her finger out and then pushed back in with two fingers and hissed.
"Fuck, you're so tight," she managed brokenly when Hermione gasped her name.
"Gods, that feels so damn good. Do it faster, baby, please," Hermione begged a few minutes later, her hips moving in rhythm with Fleur's hands.
Fleur did as she was told and increased the movement of both of her hands. She could feel Hermione trembling and whispering encouraging words to her, even using some very colorful language that surprised even the blonde. Fleur was close to losing her mind as she pleasured her mate, fingers slick with her juices, water pouring over them, their moans fusing together and their bodies pushing closer, moving insinuatingly against each other. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one and Fleur knew for certain then that she would never be able to let Hermione go after this. She would never allow anyone else to touch her or see her like this, in the throes of passion and completely uninhibited. She would share the proper and studious Hermione with the world, but this passionate and unrestrained side of her was only for Fleur.
"I'm so close, Fleur, please," Hermione begged once again, making Fleur's knees give a little before she locked them in place and bit on Hermione's shoulder, truly marking her this time.
The brunette cried out in pleasure and pain and her body started trembling. Her inner walls started clenching against Fleur's fingers and she pushed faster and deeper. The fingers playing with her clit moved quicker and harder.
"Jouir pour moi," Fleur whispered in her ear before licking the outer shell. "I want you to scream my name as you do. I want to see you fall apart in my arms. Do it," Fleur commanded and that was all it took.
"Fleur," Hermione screamed as the tight coil inside of her snapped and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She could barely breathe and the only reason she was still standing was because Fleur's body had her pinned against the wall.
Fleur's fingers kept going at a slower pace, lengthening her pleasure to the point that tears fell down her cheeks unnoticed. Never in her life had she felt so loved and satisfied.
Fleur ease the pressure of her fingers little by little, pulling out of Hermione slowly so she could hold the brunette by the waist and help her stay upright. She pressed her back fully into her, holding her as close as she could, dropping kisses on her shoulders and whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Hermione came down from her high.
She had almost lost her mind when Hermione reached her orgasm and screamed out her name as she has requested. Nothing could compare to what she was feeling right now. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the feelings cursing inside of her at that moment. She had never loved anyone as deeply as she loved the brunette and nothing and no one would be able to change that, ever. Hermione was hers, just like she belonged to the beautiful brunette.
Hermione turned around slowly and locked her eyes on Fleur, smiling lazily. "Thank you, love. That was, without a doubt, the best orgasm of my life."
Fleur grinned like a fool and hugged her close. "I'm very pleased to 'ear that."
Hermione chuckled at her tone. "Proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"You're damn right I am!"
Hermione laughed again, feeling happier than she'd even been. "Maybe we should finish the shower before the hot water runs out."
Fleur tried to keep a straight face and not let her need or disappointment show, she really did. She was burning and the only thing that would ease that burn was Hermione's touch. Since she wasn't about to push her, however, she just nodded and went for the bar of soap again.
"Bon."
Hermione smiled slightly as she took the bar from her hands. She pushed up on her toes and ran the tip of her tongue over Fleur's lips. Fleur shuddered and swallowed hard. Hermione moved closer to her ear.
"Don't worry, my love, we're not done here yet. I just want to have you in a more comfortable position when I have my way with you," she whispered huskily before she licked Fleur's ear and bit it softly.
Fleur's moan seemed to come from her very soul. "This is going to be the fastest shower of my life."
"No, it won't. I want to take my time with you. Good things are meant to be enjoyed and savored slowly, like an ice cream cone."
"Ma puce, I'm dying 'ere," Fleur admitted with a pout several minutes later when Hermione kept lathering her body slowly and languorously.
"Patience, darling. I promise it will be worth it in the end."
Knowing she was beat, Fleur simply nodded and concentrated on the feel of Hermione's soft hands on her overheated body. She'd never felt so turned on or needy in her life, but she was willing to play by Hermione's rules. If there was something she had learned in the short time they had been together was that Hermione was thorough in everything she did, and everything she did, she did amazingly well. Fleur figured the outcome would probably result in her needing mouth to mouth resuscitation, but she was willing to risk it. Especially when Hermione would be the one applying it.
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Torture. Plain and simple torture.
Or at least, that is how it felt to Fleur. Hermione spent a good twenty minutes lathering her body, touching her all over, but never lingering for long anywhere. She went as far as washing her hair, something that was both soothing and sexy. Fleur was close to losing her sanity and she was reduced to whimpers, sighs and little moans that seemed to drive Hermione into further torture.
Finally, she snapped.
"If we don't step out of this damn shower in the next couple of minutes, I will lose my mind, 'Ermione Jane. Enough with the torment!"
Hermione had the gall to snicker, but she put the soap away and pushed Fleur under the spray of the water to rinse off the bubbles.
"You're such a spoiled brat," Hermione said with a sweet smile and Fleur knew she was just kidding.
"Says the witch that's already been fully satisfied at least once tonight," grumbled Fleur.
"Oh, poor baby," Hermione cooed. "Tell mummy where is hurts, darling," she continued in a soft voice.
Fleur pouted. "You're just making fun of me."
Hermione laughed as she finally shut the water off and grabbed a big, fluffy towel. She stopped laughing and started drying Fleur, biting her lip to keep from smiling once she saw her face. She had never been this playful with anyone before, but she liked it. She knew she was being an impossible tease with Fleur, but it was fun and liberating, and in the end, she would give Fleur whatever she wanted, however many times she wanted it and for as long as she could stand it.
"Oh, come on, darling, don't pout."
If anything, Fleur's pout grew more pronounced and Hermione could not help but go on her tiptoes again to bite her lips softly. Fleur closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist, keeping her close. Hermione licked the blonde's lips once she had stopped nibbling on them and Fleur opened her mouth eagerly to engage her in a deeper kiss, something Hermione was more than glad to give her.
When the kiss was over, Fleur looked at Hermione, eyes full of lust and need and Hermione decided it was time to put her out of her misery. She dried herself quickly and took Fleur by the hand, leading her into the room. Once there, she motioned for Fleur to lie down and once she was settled comfortably in the middle of the big bed, Hermione climbed in after her and covered the blonde's body with her own, sighing at the full contact.
At the feel of Hermione's soft and warm body over her own, Fleur took an unsteady breath and closed her eyes. She was so far gone at this point it was sad. She knew one single touch could send her over the edge, she was so keyed up. Hermione seemed to sense this and started kissing her neck gently, licking and biting the skin ever so softly. Fleur spread her legs and Hermione settled more comfortably between them, pushing her pelvis a tiny bit into the blonde, making her moan her need.
"Please, 'Ermione, I need you," she whimpered.
"I'm right here, baby," Hermione whispered.
Fleur put her hands on Hermione's hips and grounded into her, causing both of them to moan. Hermione trailed her lips down towards Fleur's heaving chest and took a nipple in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and biting it softly, before sucking on it. Fleur's eyes were shut tightly and her breathing was coming in heavy pants.
"I swear to Merlin if you keep this up I'm just going to do myself, damn it," Fleur threatened when Hermione lingered on her breasts, almost paying homage to them.
"Fleur, I've never done this before and I want to do it properly," Hermione explained calmly, as she moved to the other nipple and gave it some more attention.
"If you did it any better, I'd be dead by now. I don't want you to go slow. You're killing me!"
"Then what do you want?" Hermione asked sultrily as she lifted her head and looked into Fleur's eyes.
"You know exactly what I want."
"I'd rather you tell me. I don't want to make any mistakes," Hermione pushed.
"Belle, please," Fleur pleaded as color suffused her cheeks.
"Please what, baby?" Hermione seemed to purr. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you."
"I'm yours already. Be more specific."
Fleur grabbed her hair and actually pulled as she growled in frustration. Hermione had successfully reduced her to a mass of quivering nerve endings and she was annoyed beyond her limits. Hermione wants to know what I specifically want, does she? she thought in irritation. Then by hell I'm going to tell her.
She let go of her own hair and grabbed onto Hermione's, closing her fists around the curls, but not pulling. Instead, she started pushing Hermione down to where she needed her most.
"If you don't fucking eat me in the next two seconds I will lose my composure, woman. Enough teasing. Just get on with it!" she practically roared.
Hermione winked at her as she moved further down, settling herself comfortably between Fleur's legs.
"Goodness, baby, no need to be so violent! If that was all you wanted, you should have asked for it before," she teased with a giggle.
"Why you little…ooooohhh goddess…that feels amazing," Fleur said as all of her irritation was replaced by the wondrous tongue of her lover.
Hermione smiled into her folds and moaned as well as she tasted Fleur for the first time. It was an instant addiction and she knew she'd never tire of pleasuring her partner this way. Fleur was sweet and tangy at the same time, her skin petal soft, her pink nub swollen and her scent intoxicating. Her moans made Hermione's ego soar to the heavens.
She was going at Fleur with a passion she had never felt before, desperate for her taste, unable to go slowly anymore. Her tongue was sure and thorough, licking every spot, memorizing the ones that seemed to give Fleur more pleasure. She positioned her hands over Fleur pelvis, thumbs down. She used her index and middle fingers to spread Fleur open for her questing tongue while her thumbs played and teased at her opening. Never having done this before, she was running on pure instinct but it still amazed her how comfortable and happy she felt making love to the older witch. Not only that, but Fleur seemed to be enjoying it immensely if she was to go by the incoherent sounds she was making.
"Ma belle, please," Fleur begged desperately a bit later as her fingers gripped the sheets and her toes curled.
Knowing Fleur needed her release soon, Hermione pushed both of her thumbs slowly into her while her tongue continued to play with her swollen nub. Fleur's hips lifted from the bed, moving closer to Hermione's mouth and fingers. Hermione moaned and the sounds vibrated against Fleur's clit, making her finally snap and she screamed as her body began to spasm under Hermione. She was trembling uncontrollably but Hermione never stopped her ministrations. She kept going unmercifully until Fleur could take no more and put her hand against her forehead and pushed her away.
"Stop, please," she barely managed to gasp.
Hermione was instantly worried and moved up to Fleur's side quickly, looking her over. "Did I hurt you?"
"Non."
"What's wrong, baby? Talk to me," Hermione implored desperately. Her doctor instincts took over as she started running her eyes over Fleur.
"Nothing is wrong," Fleur said a moment later, locking sated azure pools onto melted chocolate ones. "I just couldn't take anymore pleasure without passing out."
Hermione let out the breath she had been holding and smiled. "I'm that good, eh?" she teased in order to ease her worries.
Fleur chuckled. "Yes, ma belle, you are."
"That's good to know. I wanted to please you as much as you pleased me."
"You certainly accomplished that and more," Fleur said and yawned.
"Is my baby sleepy again?" Hermione cooed as she sat up on the bed and pulled the blankets over their naked and spent bodies.
"Mmm, yes I am."
"Good. You need your rest."
Hermione lay on her back and Fleur immediately nestled herself on her side, resting her head on Hermione's chest and wrapping her arm around the brunette's waist. Hermione's arms went around her, pulling her closer still.
Within seconds they were both asleep, tender smiles on their faces.
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A/N 2: Was it good for you? ; )
